My Love Life With The Sect Masters in Xianxia (Patreon)

Chapter 151: "Rebellious Disciple, Bullying Me Again!"

At first, when Leng Wuyan saw Lin Langyue massaging Li Ran, she felt more than just jealousy—there was also a hint of satisfaction.

After all, Lin Langyue was Yi Qinglan’s disciple.

Watching her, disheveled and obedient to Li Ran’s every whim, gave Leng Wuyan a sense of vindication.

So, she chose not to dwell on it too much.

But now?

The Head Disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the saintess of the Hehuan Sect, the Third Princess of the Sheng Clan—

Each one was a rare beauty, an unparalleled genius.

Yet at this moment, all of them were gathered around Li Ran, doting on him, showering him with concern.

‘And you dare to claim to be a ‘paragon of righteousness,’ claiming you never flirt around?’

Leng Wuyan’s lips twitched in frustration.

At this rate, every beautiful woman in the world would end up entangled with him!

Her heart soured with jealousy, as if she had swallowed an entire jar of vinegar.

‘This rebellious disciple is truly infuriating!’

Standing off to the side, Leng Wuyan silently fumed.

Li Ran sensed her change in mood and felt a pang of alarm in his heart. He quickly stood up and walked over to her.

Only then did the other women realize—

Leng Wuyan was still here!

This was an Emperor Realm powerhouse, the Sect Master of the Hidden Gauze Sect, a ruthless demon of the cultivation world.

They hurriedly bowed in unison. “Greetings, Sect Master Leng. Please forgive our rudeness and disrespect.”

Leng Wuyan remained silent, her gaze calm as she looked at them.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on the three women’s foreheads.

Did they… offend her in some way?

Leng Wuyan’s silence was suffocating, and they dared not straighten up without her permission.

“Ahem, Master,”

Li Ran broke the awkward tension. “They’re just concerned about me.”

“Oh?”

Leng Wuyan said lightly, “I won’t say much about Saintess Qin and Princess Sheng, but this disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion…”

Her sharp gaze locked onto Yue Jianli.

“Righteous and demonic sects do not coexist. You, as a prodigy of the righteous sects, why are you so concerned about Ran’er’s safety?”

“I…”

Yue Jianli was at a loss for words.

The Hidden Gauze Sect strictly forbade romantic entanglements. If she admitted her relationship with Li Ran, it wouldn’t just affect her—it would bring trouble to him as well.

So, for the moment, she chose silence.

Li Ran saw this and felt a twinge of heartache.

As a man, he should take responsibility.

Besides, he never intended to hide anything from Leng Wuyan in the first place.

But Sheng Zhixia was still here!

If word got out, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion would never tolerate their Head Disciple being with him.

Little did he know—Sheng Zhixia had already figured everything out long ago…

“Master!”

In desperation, Li Ran leaned close and whispered something in Leng Wuyan’s ear.

“Mmph!”

Leng Wuyan’s body trembled, her cheeks instantly turning crimson. She nearly lost her balance.

He actually dared to say something so shameless!

And in front of other people, no less!

Her heart was about to explode.

She glared fiercely at Li Ran and sent him a voice transmission.

“Rebellious disciple! If you dare speak nonsense again, I won’t talk to you anymore!”

Li Ran cleared his throat and transmitted back, “Master, I’ll explain everything properly once we return. No need to make things difficult for them.”

Leng Wuyan snorted. “Already worried about her?”

Li Ran said nothing, but his hand quietly moved behind her and grasped her ass firmly.

Leng Wuyan’s legs went weak.

She stammered, “F-Fine, just— just stand up already.”

Only then did the women breathe a sigh of relief and straighten up.

Qin Ruyan glanced at Leng Wuyan’s blushing face, then at Li Ran, who appeared as righteous as ever.

Something felt… off.

Leng Wuyan didn’t dare linger any longer.

If she stayed, this scoundrel would definitely find another way to make trouble.

Turning away, she said, “I’m returning to the sect.”

Li Ran nodded. “Disciple will go with you.”

“No need.”

Leng Wuyan shook her head. “You’ll return on your own. And you’re not allowed to use the sect’s teleportation formation.”

“Huh?”

Li Ran was stunned. “Master, do you expect me to fly back? That’s an entire continent away!”

Leng Wuyan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been too idle lately. Consider this part of your training.”

“…”

Li Ran clutched his chest.

Training? More like personal revenge!

Seeing his dejected expression, a hint of amusement flickered in Leng Wuyan’s eyes.

‘Hmph, if I don’t punish you properly, you’ll think you can keep bullying me.’

With a single step, her figure disappeared from the chamber.

“Sigh~”

Li Ran let out a long sigh. “What a mess I’ve made…”

Sheng Zhixia asked cautiously, "Holy Son Li, did we do something to upset Sect Master Leng?"

Li Ran shook his head. "It has nothing to do with you all. It’s my own problem."

"Oh, alright."

At that moment, Zhixia seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, where’s Fairy Lin? Why haven’t we seen her?"

Li Ran was momentarily stunned.

Looking around at the chairs, tables, and the bed, memories of the time he spent with her in this secluded chamber surfaced in his mind. The corners of his lips curled slightly.

"Her? She should have arrived at her sect by now."

<+>

White Cloud Peak.

Deep within the clouds.

Inside the sect master's sleeping quarters, a pair of master and disciple sat facing each other.

Yi Qinglan gazed at her beloved disciple with a complicated expression. "Langyue, can you explain to me… why you did such a thing?"

Lin Langyue lowered her head and said softly, "Disciple has failed to uphold Master’s teachings."

Yi Qinglan’s brows furrowed. "Did that Li Ran force you? Don’t be afraid—just speak freely. I will seek justice for you!"

Though Leng Wuyan was powerful, Yi Qinglan couldn’t just stand by and watch her disciple suffer repeated humiliation.

However, Lin Langyue shook her head. "Master has misunderstood. Everything was of my own free will."

"Your own will?"

Yi Qinglan’s eyebrows twitched. "You’re telling me… you willingly massaged that demon's shoulders and legs?"

Lin Langyue lowered her head further and let out a barely audible "Mmm."

Yi Qinglan was utterly baffled.

Just a few days ago, her disciple was firm in her Dao heart.

How had she become like this?

Could Li Ran possess some kind of mind-altering ability?

"Langyue, in the Central Heaven Sect, we pursue the Heavenly Dao. Do you truly wish to throw away your cultivation and let your Dao heart crumble?"

Lin Langyue shook her head. "Master, my Dao heart has never been as steadfast as it is now."

"Hmm?"

Yi Qinglan was taken aback. She carefully examined Lin Langyue, her brows furrowing deeper.

She could see that Langyue’s Dao heart was indeed unwavering, her mind clear and unhindered.

Even more astonishing—her spiritual energy flowed more smoothly than before, and her cultivation had actually advanced instead of regressing!

"How is this possible?"

Even someone as powerful as Yi Qinglan was momentarily bewildered.

Lin Langyue spoke softly, "Master, all this time, you've sheltered me too well."

"Because of that, the moment I lost a battle, my mind wavered, and my cultivation suffered."

"How could such a fragile Dao heart ever hope to ascend the immortal path and compete with all of creation?"

"Li Ran was right—a flower grown in a greenhouse will never bloom on the path to immortality!"

"I want to be an indomitable tree, not a fragile flower that shatters at the slightest touch!"

She lifted her head, eyes shining like the stars. "No matter whether it is the Path of Detachment or the Path of Deep Emotion, as long as my desire to ascend remains, one day, I will reach the peak!"

Yi Qinglan stared at her disciple—so familiar, yet suddenly so unfamiliar.

For a moment, she was speechless.

A long silence filled the room before Yi Qinglan finally spoke with a hint of doubt.

"Wait— what did you just say? 'Deep emotion'?"

Lin Langyue: (⊙⊙)

Oh no.

She accidentally let it slip!